Homeland, Season 2

Carrie:
It reeks, you know.

Brody:
My confusion?

Carrie:
Your bullshit. We only have a few more minutes alone.

Brody:
You still have your twisted theories about me, don't you?

Carrie:
Not theories anymore.

Brody:
Look, I'm sorry I called. I guess I thought we could be friends.

Carrie:
Friends?! Oh, yeah. Do I want to be friends with a demented ex-soldier that hates America? Who decided strapping on a bomb was the answer to what ailed him? Despite his daughter, his son, people who loved him in real life, not in the mind-f*** world of Abu Nazir, who in the end, didn't have the stones to go through with it, but had no problem sending me to the nuthouse. Yeah. No, thanks. I don't think I need a friend like that.

Brody:
Okay. Not friends.

Carrie:
So what are you going to do now? Are you going to kill me? You going to blame it on rough sex maybe? I mean, how long can you get away with something like that?

Brody:
I've had a pretty good run so far.

Carrie:
That's true.

Brody:
I seem to be good at this, if nothing else.

Carrie:
You're special.

Brody:
I liked you, Carrie.

Carrie:
I loved you.

[Team breaks in and wrestles Brody to the floor, cuffing him]

Carrie:
If only the circumstances had been wildly different. You're a disgrace to your nation, Sergeant Nicholas Brody. You're a traitor and a terrorist, and now it's time you pay for that.